One More Time: A Sexy Short Story

Hannah and Brian are college students, roommates, and pals. But when Brian is told by a hysterical date that guys and girls can never be "just friends," Hannah is determined to prove her wrong.

Fueled by cheap beer and pizza, Hannah convinces Brian to join her for a kiss that will surely mean nothing. What follows will backfire spectacularly, in ways neither Hannah nor Brian could have foreseen.

Will these two be able to move past friends with benefits to find love, or will it only ever be "one more time?"

Excerpt:

I set my beer on the table one last time, scooting over on the couch until I was mere inches from him. I was close enough to breathe in his unique scent, a blend of spicy cologne, clean laundry, and something uniquely male. I’d never realized he smelled so good.

He looked me over, his eyes roving my face, lingering on my mouth. “You sure about this?” he asked quietly, his deep baritone barely above a whisper. His blue eyes met mine, and we stared at each other for a beat.

I nodded slowly. “This’ll be nothing,” I whispered. “We’ll laugh about it later.”

He nodded, biting his bottom lip. “Nothing. For sure.”

He raised a hand and hesitantly slid it behind my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. His eyes never left mine as he gently pulled my head down to his. My eyes fluttered closed just as his lips met mine.

Oh, wow.

His lips were warm and soft, and my own tingled at each sweet, feather-light brush of his mouth against mine. He kept one hand on my neck, and rested the other lightly on my thigh. I shivered at his touch.

Gradually, instinct took over, and the kiss became deeper. I moved my hands to his shoulders, pulling him closer. I ran my fingers through his hair, which was surprisingly soft and silky. His tongue ran lightly across the seam of my lips as if asking for entrance. I parted my lips on a sigh, and his tongue darted into my mouth, caressing mine. His hand began to rub my thigh, moving slowly higher.

Before I completely lost my head, I pulled back, breaking the kiss. I felt giddy from the cocktail of alcohol and excitement and lust. We stared at each other for a few minutes, both trying to get our breathing under control.

That was definitely not “nothing.”

Slowly, a wicked grin spread across his face. “One more time,” he whispered, and leaned in for another kiss.